Three Green Notebooks Left in a Cedar Chest on Elm Street

table drawer and pushed it shut.

“You’re keeping busy,” I said, looking at the closed drawer.

Arthur rubbed his thumb against his palm, counting the silence between us.

“Some things are better left quiet, Mabel,” he said.

He picked up his flannel cloth and went back to the cedar chest, his strokes slow and deliberate.

At five, the sun was dipping below continue reading …